I lie. I lie a lot. My parents have told me they can always catch me in a lie. That’s not entirely true. They catch a lot of them. Especially my dad. But the big stuff? No. They never knew until I told them. I’m a much better actress than they think.
It might be a disorder, this habit of mine. I don’t know. Not like I’d ever tell the therapists. I’ve lied to them, too. I’ll tell you my first truth. I’ve been to three. I don’t even remember how many I’ve said I went to. Maybe I was honest about that one. Three is more than most people see in their life. And I went to all of them before I turned 18.
So. Every time I tell a lie, or think of one I used to tell, I’m going to post it. Then I’m going to look at the lie, and explain why I told it. Some of it’s stupid. Like I wanted attention. Some of it, I wanted to see if people cared enough to figure it out on their own. I’ll talk about the results of the lie. Did I achieve what I intended? And I’ll talk about feelings. How I felt about telling the lie, and the results of the lie.
And then I’ll tell you if I ever got caught.
But whatever I might say on this blog, I promise: I’ll never lie to you.
